[HP] Born to be a pair

The pink-purple and orange-red sky has turned into a deep blue-black, as if a piece of flawless velvet enveloped the sky.

In such a clear sky, Renee hurried back to the lounge. Her roommates were already sound asleep, and the sound of shallow breathing made her feel more relaxed, who was warm in her heart.

It wasn't until the next morning that Renee suddenly realized that there was one person missing in the bedroom.

"Mandy dropped out of school," Padma said. "She only made a quick appearance yesterday, packed her bags and went home with her parents."

Morag, who shared the bed with Mandy Blocher, was looking at the empty wooden four-poster bed and weeping, while Sue comforted her.

"She said that the current situation is terrible," Morag grabbed the handkerchief in Su's hand, and said, blowing his nose, "Her parents plan to move the whole family to a foreign country."

"We can still communicate," Su also blushed, "She gave us the address, didn't she?"

The four-poster bed that used to be covered with thick warm silk bedding now has only a bare bed board, the curtains and pillows have been removed, and even the books, greeting cards and jewelry boxes full of books on the bedside shelf have disappeared.

Renee felt a little uncomfortable, and Mandy's departure more and more heralded that darker times were coming, and people were terrified, full of death and loss in the Second Wizarding War.

"My mother also wanted to pick me up and Parvati before," Padma said in a low voice. "We thought it would be better to finish our studies, after all—there's nothing safer than Hogwarts, right?"

As if comforted by her words, the other girls looked at Padma and nodded with a faint smile.

Everyone believed that as long as they were at Hogwarts with Dumbledore guarding them, everyone would be safe.

But Renee's expression became more serious, even a little sad, and a revolving door seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

In the dark night, a pure white figure fell rapidly from the Astronomical Tower; the phoenix elegy full of sadness and melancholy resounded through the sky;

"Renee, are you okay?" Lisa was keenly aware of something, approached Renee, and hugged her shoulders.

Only then did she realize that she was crying. Big and big teardrops dripped from the bottom of her eyes and fell on the light blue dressing gown, smudged with dark blue wet traces.

Padma, Morag and Su all came over, surrounded her and hugged her.

Arms crossed arms, shoulders leaned against shoulders, warmth passed along their fingertips, arousing the fear and helplessness deep in everyone's heart.

In Ravenclaw's sixth-year bedroom, at a quarter past seven this morning, a wailing party erupted in a hearty, venting self.

By the time everyone went downstairs and signed up for the Apparition class, they had already calmed down, as if the crying had never happened.

But only the trembling hand that signed the name symbolizes the restless heart.

A day's lessons dissipated Renee's lingering sadness, but at dinner she saw him again—Professor Dumbledore, alive and well, pouring honey into a quiche with one hand.

Even if all the teachers and students of the school are eating in the auditorium, it seems that there are vacancies in the long tables of each college.

Apparition lessons poured like a clear stream of refreshment into the chatter of the students, many of whom clustered wistfully around Harry.

Because it is said that he has been manifested by others with entourage, which sounds extremely attractive.

"Good evening." Renee came to the Gryffindor long table with her plate, and sat down next to Neville. "Why didn't you go to Harry's?"

With a few eyes focused on them, Neville quietly puffed out his chest, and confidently kissed her side of the cheek.

After those people more or less turned their heads, Neville said happily: "My grandma also took my entourage to appear, and you, remember? So, I don't have to ask Harry how he feels...and , he doesn't look very happy, does he?"

"I think so," Renee said. "I wouldn't be happy if I was being mobbed like this asking the same questions."

Neville nodded and gave her another sticky slice of pork chop covered in sauce, with a goofy smile on his face and constant sideways glances at Renee.

The pork chops with a rich and thick sauce, Renee felt like chewing wax at this time, she took a sip of the warm pumpkin juice, and forcibly swallowed the large piece of meat stuck in her throat.

"...It's delicious," she said reluctantly, "but I don't need it for the time being, I have to deal with the food on the plate."

Neville noticed her restlessness, but he didn't know whether it was the steak or some other reason. He put down his knife and fork in some confusion, and looked at her with concern.

"Renee, is there something bothering you?" Neville asked. "Maybe I can help you out, can you tell me?"

She subconsciously glanced at Professor Dumbledore on the classroom seat. He had already finished his dinner and just wiped the corners of his mouth and white beard with a napkin, and he seemed to be about to leave the table.

"Neville, if you—" Renee seemed to be stuck in her throat by an invisible thing, and she continued after a while,

"I mean, if a person—someone, he's going to die someday in the very near future. Maybe next week, next month... not of natural death, but murdered...

And you just learned about it, would you choose to tell him? "

"Of course!" Neville said without hesitation.

"Not only will I tell him, but I will do everything I can to help him—a sudden death may be unavoidable, but if I have foreseen this in advance, it will prove that he did not deserve to die."

"Even if the channels you know are outrageous, so weird that he doesn't necessarily believe you?" Renee asked, "What if he doesn't believe you?"

"I'll try my best to make him believe me. I'd rather tell him what I know without reservation—wait, Renee, you're not talking about me, are you?"

Neville's face suddenly changed, panic gradually spread across his face, and he even stared at Renee pitifully.

"Am I going to die soon?"

"What? No, of course not you!" Renee laughed dumbfounded, and quickly comforted, "It's another person, a very important person—but I don't know how to tell him."

"Why do you still need to think about the method?" Neville breathed a sigh of relief, but still said with some regret, "This matter is very important, and it concerns a person's life.

Maybe you should just run up to him and tell him 'Don't be nervous, don't be mad!There is something I must tell you! '

Then, tell the things that you can predict the future—"

"Oh," he belatedly said, "wait a minute, that means you need to get out about the Time-Turner..."

"It's okay, I'm sure he won't disclose it to anyone else," Renee said firmly, "I'm willing to tell him about it."

"...Really," Neville said suddenly with a strange tone, "I thought you would wait until after graduation to tell him such a secret."

"It's too late, before graduation he..."

Renee reacted suddenly, put her arms around his head and kissed his forehead fiercely, the mood that had been hesitating for a whole day was suddenly relieved, and the end of her speech sounded upward.

"I love you, Neville. But I have more important things to do right now—"

With the robes passing in front of her eyes, Renee had already jumped off the bench and left the auditorium in a hurry.

Several junior students sitting near Neville laughed and pointed at his flushed face.

"You, did you hear that?" Neville said to the nearest Dennis Creevey, "She said she loved me!"

"We all heard it," said the boy sitting next to Dennis, "you two are disgusting!"

"You don't understand," Neville said softly, his face seemed to be illuminated by a pure light from candlelight, "She said she loved me!"

Several third-grade boys looked at each other and made retched expressions at the same time.

When Renee ran madly to the door of the principal's office, a gigantic and ugly gargoyle blocked her way.

"Oh, no!" Renee thought desperately, "I don't know the password for the principal's office!"

She paced anxiously in the corridor, thinking if she was looking for Professor Flitwick, would she be able to successfully get the password of the principal's office.

But then she had to explain in detail why she was so anxious to find the principal tonight, explaining again and again, telling everyone about her own experience and the news of his death?

no - no -

Renee must not tell anyone else about him except with Dumbledore's own consent.

"Renee?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind the dripping stone beast, and as the stone beast jumped aside, Renee realized that it was Harry, hesitatingly going downstairs through the cracked wall.

"Why are you here?" he asked in surprise, slightly wary, "Are you here to see Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes, I... I have something urgent," Renee said vaguely, "Unfortunately, I don't know the password, and I have been waiting here for a long time... Fortunately, you came out."

Harry seemed unsure whether to stop her, but Renee didn't want to let him know what he was thinking at the moment, and he wasn't a security guard or guard in the headmaster's office!

When the spiral staircase was gradually ascending and the walls were gradually closing, she grabbed her robe and jumped in hastily, using her strengths of escape to sprint up the stairs.

Ignoring Harry's shouting, she panted from the stairs to a platform lit by dim oil lamps, and directly opposite her was a discreet but radiant oak door.

Renee swallowed her saliva nervously, subconsciously arranged her hair and dress, stepped forward and grabbed the door knocker and patted it on the door panel lightly.

There was a dull knocking sound, and Renee suddenly realized that this was the first time in a long time that she chose to face the greatest wizard ever.

"Please come in." Professor Dumbledore's calm and steady voice sounded from behind the door, Renee felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

This is a completely different feeling from facing Voldemort. Although she is equally nervous and full of fear, she has no sense of crisis at all.

Rather, she felt a reassuring warmth rushing to her limbs at this time.

Renee pushed open the double doors. This was the second time she had entered the principal's office, but she didn't have the time to look at the ornaments, fixtures, or portraits now.

Because Professor Dumbledore himself was standing there, just behind the writing desk, as if he had just recovered from a thought, looking at Renee who was walking towards him calmly.

"Miss Hawke," he said softly, looking puzzled, "good evening, I thought you should be on your way back to the lounge by now."

"Oh, no, no..." Renee said nervously, "I have something more important to tell you, Principal..."

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Dumbledore... cry cry...